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Ao3

“Stop!” Nico shouted, fending Eros off with his bare hands. He sobbed, tears falling to his shirt and arms flailing in panic.

“Face yourself, Nico di Angelo.” The god’s lips sneered at the boy, the blood red shade in stark contrast with the perfect white of his teeth. His golden hair partially covered his bright blue eyes and his beautiful wings fluttered in the wind. If Nico wasn’t being traumatized in the moment, he would have taken a moment to stare in awe of the godly beauty in front of him.

He writhed and scratched and tried his hardest to separate himself from the being. “Please! Please…” his words came out in soft whimpers, exhaustion enveloping his limbs. He felt choked. He felt like the entire world was wrapping a chain around his throat and dangling off of it just to hold him down. The feeling of blood on his hands was vivid except he couldn’t see any.

“You cannot hide.”

“I know! I know I know I know- I tried- I’m still trying- just please-“ he screamed. He yelled and scratched his throat until he was horse and then he kept screeching. He screamed at his grandfather and the boy who wouldn’t hang out with him once he called Ares cute and he screamed at the girls who wouldn’t let him play dolls with them on the playground when he was seven. He screamed for Bianca- for her having to protect him- and for his mother who couldn’t and wouldn’t and for her putting it on Bianca. He screamed at the priest who threw him out of the church for what he said in the confessional.

“I’m sorry! I’m fucking sorry- just- please! Let me go. Please.” He tried to wipe his face on his shoulder but was too constrained by Cupid. “Please. I’ll feel however you tell me to. Please.”

The voice boomed.

“Wake up.”

Nico’s eyes were wide open and sheets were trapping him where he lay. Each movement he made felt both distant and hyper-real. Tears sprung to his eyes as he straightened himself up, tearing his blankets and fleeing from his bed. His cabin was dark, lit with nothing but a small sun nightlight Percy had given him. “Thought that since you couldn’t stop staring at Will, that light would help you make it through the night.” He had said, a teasing glint in his eye. Nico rolled his eyes and nudged Percy away. He was used to teasing. He didn’t like it.

He took a deep breath, then another, then sobbed before he could complete his third. He shook, his vision was blurry, and suddenly his usually comfortable cabin became cruel and claustrophobic. The photos that Will had hug up of people Nico should consider friends peered at him demeaningly. As quick as his legs would take him, Nico sprung from his cabin to the middle of camp.

The cool breeze helped him calm his hyperventilating. Above him the stars shone beautifully, but he couldn’t see. His tunnel vision took him to the top of half blood hill. In the tree Festus was resting, and by it the Athena Parthenos looked down on him. His breath caught in his throat and he used their combined shadow to travel to the nearest church.

Our Lady of Victory.

The church towered over him. The mighty and tall doors were locked. He was not welcome here.

He shadow traveled just inside the door.

He exited the narthex, stepping through brown doors and walking along the long isles of pews. At first his steps were slow, cautious, quiet. Then he began to sprint. He didn’t stop until he reached the altar.

He fell onto his knees, hands planting onto the glossy floor.

“F-forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been two years since my last confession.” Two years since he found himself on this same floor, bargaining with himself that if he apologized it’d feel less like God hated him. He thought that if he was sorry enough he’d get dinner that night, or a shelter better than the night sky, because that God is a great and merciful god. If he asked for help, and believed, and loved, and feared correctly, he would stop living through hell. He thought if he apologized enough he’d stop loving the way he did.

“I- I have sinned against you Lord, and openly. I have told my friends how I feel and pretended I had pride in offending you. I have acted like I like who I am so they don’t try to fix me.” Tears fell onto the steps in front of him. “I need fixing, Father.”

He paused, trying to chase away black spots in his vision. He sat on his feet, still kneeling, and looked at the sculpting on the altar.

“For-forgive me, for I have lusted, and wanted to defile and sodomize the body you created.”

He had never lusted. It wasn’t true. In his gut he knew it wasn’t. Every time a thought like that entered his mind he had bashed his hands against his skull until it was gone. He went as long as he could without eating to train himself out of it. He wouldn’t let himself look at Will, or even Percy, for days because he knew even the purest thoughts were sins against the almighty. The everloving.

For a moment Will's blonde hair and blue eyes flashed through his mind. In Nico’s brain was the toothy grin and sarcastic personality of the first boy who made him feel human. A scream rang through the church. Statues shook. So did Nico.

Blood fell from crescent shaped wounds in his arms and palms but he couldn’t notice. He felt the eyes of God. He knew he could never be forgiven because he knew he couldn’t stop how he felt.

“Forgive me for these sins and those I have forgotten, for they still affected you, Lord.” A deep breath. “Mio Dio, mi pento e mi dolgo con tutto il cuore dei miei peccati…”

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He opened his eyes in his cabin, woozy from the shadows grasping into his skin.

He crawled into his private shower, pajamas still clinging to his body in sweat. He turned it on, cold, and rested against the wall as water splashed harshly down. Slowly he felt the agonies melt away, his clothes heavy with water and his hair dangling in his face. Soon he turned the handle and exited, sliding onto the normal tile floor. As he rose he dropped the heavy clothes and grabbed a towel, drying himself and his hair as he went towards his dresser. He pulls on the new pajamas and lays back down. He didn't sleep at all that night.

He rested his head on his palm, zoning out whatever macho conversation Percy and Jason were having. Nico hadn’t looked at Percy once. But, then again, that’s kind of normal for him, because he can’t stand looking people in the eyes. Will keeps saying he’s autistic. Nico still doesn’t know what that means. All that Jason got was a vague look in his direction before Nico became enamored with his eggs. He squished them with his fork enough to look like he’d at least tried to eat before setting his fork down and hiding his face in his hands. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand rested on his shoulder.

“Jesus! Warn a guy next time, Solace!” He was shaking more than he usually did. They both knew it.

Will swung a leg over the bench next to Nico, straddling the wood. “Sorry Neeks. Can you handle touch right now?” Ever patient Will. Will whose dad had a child with a man. Everloving Will.

“Not right now, please.” Nico still didn’t look at Will. He hid his shut eyes behind his overgrown fringe.

“All good, I apologize for not asking first. Wanna help out in the infirmary?” Even though he was yet to look in his general direction, Nico could feel Will’s smile. “I need your bandage cutting talents to make it through my day.”

“Yeah, sure.” Nico began to stand.

“You can finish your food first, I’m just running over now and wanted to ask.”

“I’m done.” Will looked at Nico’s plate and hesitated.

“You sure, Neeks?” Will could clearly see through the (frankly, bad) facade.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

The two rose and headed off.

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Will asked if he was okay four separate times during his infirmary shift. Nico said yes every time. Eventually, he was even able to look towards Will when he said it. It hurt every time he denied anything being wrong, but he couldn’t confide in anyone. He didn’t know how to start. He couldn’t bring Will into his sin.

#nico di angelo #will solace #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #hero’s of olympus #jason grace #percy jackson fanfiction #religious trauma #catholic guilt #solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #fanfic #pjo fanfic

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spooky-boi-writes · 7 months

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Thank God for My Little Space

Words: 1,122

Ships: Amanda young/Lynn denlon, Amanda young & Mark Hoffman

Summery: “we’re you scawed when you saw’d it?”

“Yes hunny, the ghosties got to me.”

Or,

Amanda in little space with her caregivers Mark and Lynn!!

Mark might be a little OOC but that’s not important I want him to be mushy w Mandy is that too much to ask

~~~~~

Ao3

In her many years of living, Amanda stepped into her room and knew this would be her most difficult task.

She pushed open her closet door with all her might, shoving clothes everywhere to get to the extra hangers stuffed in the back. As she shuffled around, she found the perfect candidate to strike fear into those around her. She held it up to herself, adjusting it a bit, and threw it onto her bed. She applied it to herself, pulling it over her shoulders and buttoning where it needed to be buttoned. After assessing in the mirror, she left her room and entered the living room, making Lynn’s head twitch up to meet her gaze; Lynn’s eyes grew wide as she looked at what Amanda was wearing.

“Oh hello, lovebug. You put your onesie on all by yourself!” Lynn smiled.

Mandy nodded. “Ghosts.”

“Yes it has a bunch of ghosts baby!” Lynn signaled for Amanda to come closer and sit with her. Amanda waddled up to her and plopped beside her.

“Spooky.”

“Yes dear, it’s very spooky! It’s also inside out, do you mind if I fix it for you?”

Amanda nodded and let Lynn start to put it back right side out. “Were you scawed when you saw’d it?”

“Yes hunny,” Lynn replied while flipping the fabric. “The ghosties got to me.”

Amanda giggled while Lynn pulled the onesie back over her, kicking her feet and starting to bounce.

“Baby you gotta hold still for just a sec, okay?”

“Okayyy!” Amanda replied and stayed as stiff as possible, making it difficult for Lynn to redress her. Lynn sighed and worked with it.

“Snack please?” Mandy asked, pawing at Lynn and kicking her feet again.

“Okay baby, sit here while I grab you something, okay?”

“Yes mommy I do that.” Mandy once again sat very still while Lynn rose and went to the kitchen. Amanda looked around, eyes scanning the living room for her pile of stuffies. When she looked she realized Mark wasn’t anywhere to be found. Tears welled up in her eyes when she noticed and she called out for Lynn.

“Momma! Momma where Mark go?” tears fell on Amanda’s cheeks and she frantically looked around the room. “Momma!!”

Lynn ran back into the room, apple slices and puffs on a little plate. “Mark went to the store, baby. He’ll be back soon and a-okay.” She placed the snack on the table in front of her.

“Okay…” Amanda sat and pouted while Lynn rubbed the tears off her face.

“How about I put on Tooby and Bino and grab you your shark while you eat your snackie, does that sound okay baby?” Lynn brushed her hands through Amanda’s hair. Mandy nodded just barely and grabbed her plate while Lynn grabbed the remote to work the TV, walking towards the stuffy corner. She selected the show and the episode started, making Mandy happy stim while she ate.

Soon Lynn placed next to her a weighted shark plush named Baba right next to Mandy. As she noticed she started squealing and grabbing at it.

“Careful not to get your snack on him, love.” Lynn smiled and got up to grab them both a drink. When she came back, glass and sippy in hand, Amanda was shoving Baba’s face into her plate and somehow the Tv had changed to Pajanimals.

“Well,” Lynn sighed and placed their drinks on the table, cuddling Amanda close to her. Around halfway through the episode the sound of a key jiggling a lock took both of their attention. At first, Amanda cowered behind her shark, but as Mark’s voice rang through the entrance she squealed and jumped up.

Quicker than the blink of an eye she was by his side, smacking his arm. “Mark! Mark, I missed you!” She giggled and reached around his neck to hug him. The detective stood still with his arms full of grocery bags and made eye contact with Lynn, who was entirely amused by the situation.

“Hey kid,” he looked down at the girl hugging him, then his arms full of groceries. “How about you help me put these in the kitchen?”

“Yah!” She giggled and started to take a bag from his arm. She trailed to the kitchen with one bag in hand and placed it gently on the counter as Mark walked in behind her and placed about 15 more bags next to Amanda’s.

“Thanks for the help, kiddo.” He said, rubbing his arms where the bags had been. Mandy giggled again and reached for him to pick her up. Mark complied and carried her around the kitchen as he started to unload bags. He got through about three before Amanda got impatient and tried to get him to the couch.

“Hold on, let me finish this bag; there’s a surprise for you.” He bounced her in his arms as he said it and Mandy started smiling and reaching for the bag. “Hold on, hold on.” He said as he slowly handed her a bag of strawberry gummies. She squealed and started trying to open it.

“No wonder you're her favorite.” Lynn rolled her eyes as she unpacked bags across from the other two.

“What can I say? I’m simply better at parenting.”

“You’re better at spoiling, more like.”

“Where’d she get the onesie she’s wearing Lynn? Or Baba, for that matter, cause I don’t seem to recall being the one to get those for her.”

“Yeah, well-“ Lynn was cut off by Amanda trying her damndest to plop back onto the floor from Mark’s arms.

“Alright, alright little tyke relax.” He lowered her slowly and she quickly sped off to the couch. Her adults smiled and followed after her, groceries forgotten.

When they arrived, much slower than Amanda, she was already seated on the couch. Mark walked over to her and picked her up, stealing her seat so he could set her on his lap. She curled up with Baba and buried her head in Mark's shoulder. Lynn sat a couple seats away from them, and when Mandy noticed she crawled off Mark.

“Mama…” she mumbled and pouted, still holding her unopened gummies and Baba.

“Oh now you want me?” Lynn laughed and sat closer to the two of them.

“What does that mean?” Mark asked pulling Mandy to sit down between the both of them.

“Earlier she was doing nothing but complaining for you, but now she’s complaining for me.” The two laughed.

“The lady knows what she wants.” Mark shrugged and wrapped his arm around Mandy. Amanda giggled and squished herself into the couch, snuggling up to both her caregivers at once. Lynn gave her her paci and she fell asleep while they watched Mr. Rogers.

#saw #saw 2004 #saw fanfic #amanda young #mark hoffman #lynn denlon #shotgunshipping #horror #sfw agere #age regression

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spooky-boi-writes · 1 year

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Solangelo: and how they feel about cute couple stuff (Pt. 1)

Hand holding

Ok Will is definitely on board for holding hands whenever and wherever, because it just shows everyone that the two of them are together and in a relationship. Will isn't easily jealous and all that but whenever he gets the chance he will shove it in everyone's face that he is dating THE Nico Di Angelo 😭. (But of course our respectful sunshine solace will only hold hands if the other party is ok with it. So it'll start like grabbing Nico's pinky or smth and if the other pulls away then he'd respect that. If not then he'd interlace their fingers together and smile like an absolute loser.)

Nico :((( ok I think anything PDA in general he isn't really on board with (y'all know why already) and he probably feels guilty whenever he pulls away from Will and HDIDBFIEJ MY POOR BOY TT. but don't worry he makes up for that in private. But when he gains confidence he definitely would agree to holding hands whenever they're with a small group of people. (Will almost died once because he actually initiated the hand holding.)

Cuddling

If there's one thing Will loves after a long day of working and healing it's definitely cuddling. He's super clingy especially when he's sleep deprived and tired. Will literally just jump in the other's arms as soon as he has a break from the clinic (coffee who? You only need your cute emo boyfriend in this life). Sometimes it's just quiet between the two of them, like a peaceful kind of silence. Sometimes they talk about each other's days, and random topics that come into mind. But it always manages to give Will his energy back. Neck, he definitely like snuggling into the others neck the most and giving it small soft kisses. (AGHHDHSHEHS we love the touch starved idiots)

Nico, yes yes and yes to cuddling. Though he likes to deny it everytime the other teases him about it. He likes the fact that he's the first person Will goes to too seek energy. Clingy Will is his favorite (don't tell Will that though). He likes putting his arms around the blonde like he's protecting him, and he's always super gentle. Also yes combing the others unruly mess of blonde hair. I feel like he realizes how much he likes this man during one of their cuddle session, it's just Will acting clingy and complaining about the Stolls once more and it just clicks to Nico that 'oh wow I want to spend the rest of my life with this person.'

Borrowing each other's clothes.

Oh you can't do that to poor Will without a warning, he'd just see Nico in his shirt or hoodie and then he's reduced to a coughing mess. Though he tries (and fails) to act cool about it. Seeing Nico in his clothes makes his heart melt and his mood brighten. Like they could be having a fight or squabble, and Nico would be wearing his hoodie and the only thing Will could focus on is that. 'oh my Gods he's wearing my hoodie', 'why does he look good?!' 'no you should be mad at him' 'put your mad face on damnit!' 'oh fudje it'.

Ok but Nico knows wearing the other's clothes drives the blonde to the bring of Insanity. That's why he does it. He'll play innocent of course as if he doesn't know the effect it has on his boyfriend TT. He picks the biggest ones because they're the most comfiest and warm. Props because it smells like Will too. Nico 'wears Wills oversized hoodies to fuck with him' Di Angelo. Oh but Will does borrow Nico's band t-shirts, the tables are definitely turned and now he's the flustered mess.

Forehead kisses

Yes. He's tall. Nico's short. He loves this so much. He loves that Nico is the perfect height to give forehead kisses too. Yes it's to show his affection but it's also him teasing the other boy in a way. At random times of the day when there aren't many campers around he'd just give Nico forehead kisses randomly, and the other is always an angry flustered mess after them. But maybe like a few years into their relationship Nick gets used to it, to the point that when Will does that he just gives him a look and continues to talk about whatever he was saying before he was so *rudely* interrupted. My guys not even surprised anymore.

Nico giving forehead kisses when they cuddle. Because Will being the big baby he is always in need of affection. So yes kisses for you. I have nothing to say except for the fact that Nico definitely brushes Wills bangs upwards to give him proper forehead kisses. 'its called forehead kisses not hair kisses Solace!'

Ok. I'm gonna stop here because I'm writting this as I walk to the dentist. Pt 2. Soon if this part blows up, or not because I love talking about my sun and star couple so much.

#PLEASE do another part I love this smmmmm😭😭😭#Peter Johnson universe

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spooky-boi-writes · 1 year

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Gentle Kisses

Words: 544

Ships: Kaito Momota/Maki Harukawa

Summery: “Depends; if I kissed you would your answer be yes?”

“Not sure. Test it out.” Maki rolled her eyes but complied, pressing her lips against Kaito’s gently.

~~~~~

For Momoharu Week 2023 Day four: kisses :)

Ao3

"Woah." Said Kaito, awe and wonder laced in his voice.

"Right?"

"That was so cool."

"Right?! You see why I like horror now," Maki poked him in the side.

"Oh, no, I still hated that part, but that was insane. The Ronnie guy was the best."

"You mean Randy?" Maki laughed while Kaito dragged his hands down his face.

"How do you keep all the names straight? Isn't there like a billion of these movies?"

"There's six Scream movies now, which is why I made you watch this. I was hoping you'd get into it and wanna watch the next one." Maki smiled as Kaito's face distorted in fear.

"I almost had to stop five minutes in, Maki roll. You expect me to watch five other movies?" Kaito curled closer to his girlfriend in their nest of blankets they'd cuddled in for the last hour and fifty minutes.

"So, that's a no?" Maki kissed Kaito on the cheek and circled her arms around his neck. She kissed him a few more times before Kaito laughed and pushed her face away.

"Are you trying to kiss me into saying yes?" Kaito chuckled at his girlfriends guilty expression. It was development, though, since three years ago Maki struggled to initiate and receive any affection. Trying to use it to her advantage at least involved her being comfortable enough to do so.

"Depends; if I kissed you would your answer be yes?"

"Not sure. Test it out." Maki rolled her eyes but complied, pressing her lips against Kaito's gently. Quickly, her hands started cupping his face, holding him close to her. Kaito's arms held her waist, thumbs running over her tank top.

They embraced each other as closely as they could, lips softly meeting repeatedly. One of Maki's arms snaked around Kaito's neck to push their chests against one another, her other hand held the base of Kaito's neck, her fingers lightly playing in the short hairs she could reach. Slowly Kaito pulled Maki's hips closer and deepened the kiss. Soon, they both retracted, fully out of breath.

Soft and full of love, Kaito gazed at Maki's slightly parted glossy lips and half lidded eyes. After a few more breaths, he pulled her in and felt her soft lips on his again. He felt her small smile, her hands reached more of his hair and rested there, tangled in. He felt the small of her back and ran his hands up and down her sides.

For however long they were lost in each other, they grew slower and deeper. It could have been eternity or just a few minutes and it would never be enough. Their chests rested against the others, their kisses were lazy and long and tired. They would pause and look at each other, take a few breaths, and go back hungrier and more passionate.

Eventually, Maki ended up resting her head against Kaitos collarbone, arms and legs tangled together. After they fully caught their breath and rested, eyes closed and existing with one another, Maki harshly poked Kaito's abdomin.

"Hey what was that for?" Kaito asked lazily.

"What's your answer?" Maki half whispered.

"Huh?" Kaito received another poke to the stomach.

"The movies, idiot. Will you watch them with me?"

"Sure, Maki roll."

#kaimaki #momoharu #momoharu week 2023 #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #fanfic #Kaito momota #maki harukawa

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spooky-boi-writes · 1 year

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Make the Sound Feel Okay

Words: 1,328

Ships: Nico di Angelo / Will Solace, background Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Nico di Angelo & the Seven & Will Solace

TW: Sensory overload, Nico pulls his hair/ears in stress, slight The Sun and the Star spoilers

Summery: Nico was happy. Nico was having a good night. Nico was also close to tears for no apparent reason. Everything was just so loud. It was like he could hardly breathe. He kept breathing in but it felt way too shallow. The noise felt like it was stabbing into him, and every time someone used a fork on a plate he came closer to tears. His shirt wasn't sitting right on his shoulders, his ring felt weird, and his necklace was off center.

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Aka Nico has sensory overload at dinner and Will comforts him

Ao3

"When I tell you Estelle told me she liked Annabeth better TO MY FACE!" Percy exclaimed, talking with his hands more than eating. The seven plus Nico and Will decided to catch up at some restaurant and they were having more fun than they thought. It had been a while since they (plus Will) were all together and the chaos was dearly missed.

"I can't help I'm superior, Percy!" Annabeth poked him and took another bite of her calzone.

Nico was happy. Nico was having a good night. Nico was also close to tears for no apparent reason. Everything was just so loud. It was like he could hardly breathe. He kept breathing in but it felt way too shallow. The noise felt like it was stabbing into him, and every time someone used a fork on a plate he came closer to tears. His shirt wasn't sitting right on his shoulders, his ring felt weird, and his necklace was off center.

He took a bite of his Alfredo and tried to keep his hands from shaking. Was it always this loud and he never noticed? Why was it all suddenly so overwhelming? Everyone else was laughing. Why was it so hard to join them? He was tired and gods it's so fucking loud.

It took a half hour of being at the table with everyone before he suddenly stood, mumbled a "I need to go outside", and stumbled away. He walked on the sidewalk until he was next to the building and crouched down, pressing his head between his knees and shoving his hands over his ears. Outside was loud too, but there were less fun stories out there which made it more unbearable. People were talking just too loud and bugs made noise around him and the lights buzzed and the humidity made him want to peel off his skin. He pressed his hands harder to his ears and closed his eyes as tight as he could. When the seam in his socks pressed against his toes wrong he started crying .

He clung onto his ears and tried to ignore the tears streaming down his face. He wished he had his jacket, but it was summer and he didn't want people to ask why he had a jacket in summer even though it wasn't that warm and it was more for the layer it added and the comfort and the bit around the neck was a really nice texture and the pockets made him less stressed about leaving things behind and-

He reached into his pocket and held onto the coin Will gave him. He held it in his hand as he pressed it to his ear. It grounded him a little, but the tears and pain and loud didn't stop.

After a few minutes that felt more or less real, a figure appeared above him. With hesitation, Nico looked up to see Will crouched in front of him.

"Hey Neeks, what's wrong?" Will said softly. He scooted a little closer and grabbed Nico's hands from his head by the wrists.

"Please don't touch, right now." Nico sobbed. They'd spoken with each other and decided they were almost always allowed to touch the other basically whenever, but right now was a definite no for Nico.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?"

"Loud, Will it's so loud." Nico sobbed, clawing at his ears even harder.

"I'm gonna need you to take your hands from your head, you're hurting yourself baby. Do you want me to go get the headphones you left in the car?" Nico nodded and grabbed his shirt instead of his head. He fiddled with the coin and tried to keep his tears at bay.

After a few minutes Will returned. By the time he got back Nico had pressed his head onto his knees. When Will got there he just put the headphones in front of Nico, who pushed them onto his head without looking up. For a while they sat in silence, until Nico suddenly made a grab for Will's hand and held on tight.

"Do you wanna talk, love? The others are worried, too. I had to stop Hazel and Jason from getting a swat team in case you were a little sad." Nico giggled lightly and held Will's hand harder.

He hesitated, scared what he felt wasn't normal for a fifteen year old boy. He then remembered he'd been to superhell twice, went to a camp for half gods, and had a zombie chauffeur named Jules-Albert, so he decided to just say it. "I don't know what happened, really. I just got badly overwhelmed and wanted to take my skin off. Specifically the skin on my neck, for some reason. Everything was loud and everything hurt."

Will considered for a moment, looking adorable as he did so if you ask Nico, before making eye contact and asking "have you ever heard of sensory overload?"

Nico paused. "What?"

"That's what I thought. Sometimes, people with ADHD or autistic people intake more information from their senses or their brain can process, and the brain goes into fight or flight. I've had it, along with some other demigods I know, and what you just described seems like it could've been that." Nico stared intently at his coin as he listened to Will. "Do you think that could have been it?"

"Probably. You know more brain things than I do, so if that sounds right it probably is." Nico finally looked up and smiled, tears still clearly in his eyes. "Can I go back inside now? And bring the headphones with me?"

"You ain't got no reason to ask permission from me, dear. If you're ready to go inside, let's go." Will stood and helped Nico lift himself up.

As they approached their table Hazel and Percy whooped. The rest of the seven beamed at them while a few "you're back!"'s and "Heyyyy''s were said.

"All good, Neeks?" Jason asked as Nico and Will sat down.

"Yep. I just needed a break from you guys' obnoxious existence. You know how it is." Nico went back to his alfredo, expecting everyone to move on quickly and get distracted by another story.

"How much do you wanna bet this was all an elaborate lie so Nico and Will could make out outside?" Percy said, showing off the half chewed burger in his mouth.

"There are sisters with small ears present!" Hazel exclaimed, smacking Percy's head. Nico and Will were too busy choking to reply.

"Cough this reminds me of that one time Annabeth and Percy mysteriously disappeared one night in the Argo II and were found sleeping in the stables." Leo said, mouth also half full.

"I missed this story hold on-" Nico said, at the same time Percy said "Did you just say cough-"

Nico watched as Hazel nearly passed out due to Leo's recounting of the events. Annabeth and Frank were trying to defend it. Nico tried to hide his smile as he said "Percy's not saying much, is he?" and Percy jumped with a stutter.

"Well last time I tried to defend us everyone was more set on thinking we did something!"

"Because you're a bad liar or...?" Nico was really trying to keep his smile away now.

The dinner went on without catastrophe or pain. Well, unless you count watching Leo eating a desert bigger than his head painful, then it was agonizing. That night, when Will and Nico crawled into their bed in cabin thirteen, Nico huddled closely into Will. "Thank you for helping me."

"It wasn't any problem, darlin'. How was dinner despite that?" Will wrapped his arms around Nico loosely.

"Horrible. That wasn't real fettuccine alfredo."

Will giggled. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah! It was so sad, honestly. I need to take you to Italy so you can try actual food someday."

"I'd be happy to go. I'm sure your opinion is utterly unbiased, too."

"Hey!"

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #the sun and the star #percy jackson #solangelo fanfiction #tsats #tsats spoilers #the sun and the star spoilers

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spooky-boi-writes · 1 year

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HELOO!!

I’m Ricky! I write fanfiction! That’s all you need to know really- You can find my main blog here-> @spooky-boi-kite where I reblog things and jump from hyperfixation to hyperfixation and sometimes try to be funny

Fandoms/ships I’ve written for:

Danganronpa (Kaimaki with some others sprinkled in)

The Outsiders (Dally xJohnny) (I haven't posted those yet though- sorry outsiders fans I'm workin on it)

The Umbrella Academy (Klave)

The Percy Jackson Universe (Solangelo)

This list in going to grow soon I assure you adjfkjdjf

Won’t

-Write for problematic/"pro" ships (dont you dare insert me into shipping discourse please oml)

-Take requests when I don’t know the characters/source material

-Ship real people

-Probably won’t write smut not bc I think it shouldn’t exist or smth I just don’t rly care

That being said I am MORE THAN HAPPY FOR REQUESTS!!!! PLEASE if you have an idea you wanna see lmk!! Don’t be shy I only bite when you say it’s ok!

Also writing is just a hobby I do on occasion- updates won’t be all that regular (and if you’re looking for more of one fandom you’ll have to ask otherwise it’ll take me a while to get to it) and it mostly ends up being oneshots cuz I’m a busy little guy

If you wanna find me on another site —

Wattpad = spookyboykite (I’m inactive there and only keep it as an archive)

Ao3 = boy_blood

You can find my master list here !!! *or at least, you will be able to once I actually make it*

Oki thx bye!!!!!!!! :D

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spooky-boi-writes · 1 year

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I’m All Strung Out, My Heart is Fried

Boarding School for Troubled Teens and Young Love

Words: 709

Ships: Klaus Hargreeves/David Katz

Summary: Dave gets back to his dorm after detention to find Klaus getting high, which will also get them in a shit ton of trouble. Except before he even thinks of getting a teacher (not like he ever would), Dave notices the tears in his eyes and the shake of his hands.

TW: Klaus gets high because hes upset, hallucinations

AN - Srry this is kinda short-- i am having a lot of fun writing for this series tho expect more in the future :) (not sure how soon besties- school is in fact kicking my ass. i am eating noodles rn they arent the best maybe a 6/10)

Ao3

How the hell did I get detention and Klaus not? Dave laughed to himself as he walked back to his dorm an hour after school ended. They both always got detention together, and ex-good kid Dave was utterly amused he fucked up and Klaus didn’t. Sure, Dave was the one who set the sock on fire, but he did it because Klaus asked him! And the teacher didn’t even notice Klaus dancing behind her while Dave got in trouble! As he shoved the door open he tried his best to hold in his laughter.

“Honey I’m home! You’ll never guess what Mrs. Simmion said in detention-” the sight that met Dave’s eyes made him still in surprise. Klaus was sitting on their windowsill, smoking what Dave assumes is weed out the crack he opened in the window, and he had tears silently dripping down his face. Dave was stiff, before he slammed the door behind him and ripped the blunt from Klaus’ fingers.

“You know how much trouble you’ll get in if you get caught like this,” Dave started, putting out the blunt. “If literally anyone but me and Mr. Hughes sees this stuff you’ll be stuck rooming alone for however long they decide, and that’s not a good idea.” He rushed while opening the window as high as it could go, which was only about half of what a normal window could, making it (what they think is) too small for a teenager to get through. He closed any vents into their room and turned on their fan. He actually had no clue if any of this would help the smell, but it’s as good as he could do.

When Dave was done with his stress walk, he sat down right next to Klaus. “What’s wrong, dear?”

The tears that were lightly falling from his eyes came pouring out. He crumbled into Dave’s arms and wept and sobbed and got snot everywhere and felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“I’m here to listen if you need, love.” Dave tried. It never really worked, Klaus would usually brush his problem off and move on much to Dave’s distress. But this time, with how hard Klaus was crying, Dave hoped he would at least try to deal with it. (He was right.)

After a few more minutes of Klaus clawing at Dave’s shirt, he opened his mouth to breathe before it all came spilling out.

“God, Dave, I kept seeing them- and they wouldn’t leave. They were screaming and loud- they were so so loud-” Klaus clamped his hands over his ears as he shook violently, tears still pouring from his eyes. “And at first it was just them and they were screaming their threats like they always do, but then my dad was there and he was screaming with them and they were telling me horrible horrible things and when they brought up you I couldn’t take it and I-” He gestured to the trash can containing the half smoked blunt, grasped his hair and bit his lip trying to stop his sobbing.

Dave was almost too scared to ask, but his curiosity and concern overpowered that. “What did… what did they say about me?”

Klaus looked up, eyes glossy and wide. “They said you’ve been lying, and that you’re gonna send me back to him soon.”

Dave’s reaction was immediate.

He tightened his grasp on his partner, kissing his head as he held him close. “Darlin’, If I ever actually met your dad, he would be dead as soon as I laid my eyes on him. You’re the best darn thing that’s ever happened to me, and if I was conspiring against you, you would know ‘cause I’m a terrible liar.”

Klaus sniffled and lifted his head a bit, as though he was going to say something.

“What is it, dear?”

“You’re so… southern.” He sniffled and stifled a grin. Dave laughed and held him closer.

“Do you wanna hear about Mrs. Simmion’s bullshit now?” Dave ran his fingers through Klaus’ hair.

The teen giggled. “Always.”

Dave would have to deal with what was in the trash can later, but now he got to talk shit about people with his boyfriend, so he didn’t really care.

#klave #klaus hargreeves #david katz #klaus x dave #no powers au #boarding school au #fanfiction #fanfic #tua #tua fanfic #The Umbrella Academy

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spooky-boi-writes · 1 year

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Movie night

Kaimaki oneshot

Words: 377

Ship(s): Kaimaki

Notes: this is the first one shot I ever wrote so don’t expect it to be the best but I’m posing it here anyways (if you wanna read the other one shots the only other place they are is wattpad)

Maki and Kaito were quietly watching a movie just a month after they started dating. They're supposed to be doing homework but that wasn't gonna happen after kaito found out she's never seen "John Carter", a movie basically about space and aliens and stuff, he couldn't just "do homework" he needed to educate his wonderful girlfriend.

He excitedly explained everything about space, making it difficult for Maki to even hear the movie but she didn't mind, she just liked seeing her boyfriend talk about something he's so passionate about.

"So Mars is actually about 247.36 miles away? Ish?" Kaito starts, blissfully unaware of how loud and excited he's getting. "I mean it changes cause the way the planets orbit around the s-sun isn't a per....fect.... uh... o-oops...." Kaito notices and gets really flustered, cursing himself for his lack of self control.

Maki just giggles, while she'd never say this out loud she found it cute how excited he got about certain topics.

"I'll- I'll stop now... heh sorry got a little carried away there I guess." Kaito says, hand behind his neck feeling the anxiety of embarrassing himself in front of her, though he would usually try to cover how awkward he really was, when he was around Maki he couldn't help but feel completely flustered.

"It's fine, now let me watch I need to know more about this stuff." Maki giggles. She loves seeing the sparkle in Kaito's eyes when he got excited.

"Ok..." Kaito smiles, wondering how he got such a perfect girl.

He leans his head on her shoulder in exhaustion and she leans her head on his.

"Didn't sleep well?" She questions.

"Not really, got hyper fixated on how fabric is made." He states nonchalantly. (*aggressively head cannons kaito with adhd cause I have adhd and it brings me comfört*)

"Hm that's cool." She says, love in her voice.

She strokes his hair slowly, giving his forehead kisses as he raps his arms around her waist.

They lay like that for a while, until she hears him softly snoring.

She smiles to herself, wondering how she went from being an assassin to having the most wonderful boy in the world laying on her shoulder.

She slowly doses off as well.

#kaimaki #kaito momota #maki harukawa #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa fanfiction #fanfic #drv3 fanfic #momoharu #i really hate this but I wanna put everything I write on this blog so I’ll just suffer through people possibly reading this one andmfkzkf

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spooky-boi-writes · 1 year

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Born sick

Boarding School for Troubled Teens and Young Love Universe

Words: 4088

Ships: Klaus Hargreeves x David Katz

Summery: Dave was stuck. He was forced to go to a boarding school in his uncle’s desperate attempt to make him straight and homophobic. Klaus was crazy; everyone in the school said so, even the teachers. Dave is rooming with Klaus. What could go wrong? (Hint: only thing that goes wrong is uncle Brian’s attempts to make Dave straight)

TW: Klaus hallucinates but no illness is named, Homophobia

Notes: First time writing Klave! This was going to be a one shot but I decided I’ll probably make a series of oneshots of this universe abt these two silly little guys

Ao3

Dave stepped off the bus, suitcase in hand. He looked up to see a gate blocking off some prestigious looking school. Fuck this. God, why did uncle Brian have to find out? Why would aunt Janie tell him? Why did she read his diary?! Why did he even have a diary?! He's a fifteen year old boy, he shouldn't need a little black notebook to write his fucking feelings in. Everything sucks. He's stuck at a goddamn therapy boarding school and everything sucks.

He grabbed his bag and stepped up towards the gate, getting startled by the guard he hadn't seen until then.

"Full name, please." The tired, tall person sighed.

"Uh, David Joseph Katz." He instinctively straightened his posture, intimidated by the tall figure adorned in navy blue.

"Oh. You're that one." Dave stiffened in discomfort. "Well, don't worry, we'll fix you. Come in."

"Fix what?!? There's nothing about me to fix, asshole!" is what Dave would have said if he didn't fear getting his ass beat. Instead, he nodded and waited for instruction. The figure opened the gate and led him into the tall building. They passed other uniformed adults in the hallway until they reached a front desk.

"David Katz." The gate keeper said.

The receptionist nodded her head. "We'll lead him to his room to get set up. Mr. Hughes," Another person appeared, in a different uniform from the gate keeper but still navy and ominous. "This is Mr. Hughes. He'll be leading you to your dorm you'll be residing in for the visible future. If you have a problem with your dormmate, neighbors, or the placement of the room please notify one of us." the scarily monotone voice of the receptionist recited.

Mr. Hughes led the boy along narrow winding hallways, countless doors on either side of the two. It was silent for a few minutes, but then Mr. Hughes spoke up. "If you want some advice, look out for your roommate. He's our most troubled student."

"R-really?" Dave stuttered out.

"Yep. The reason you're even being placed with him is because no one else wants to replace his old roommate."

"What'd he do?" He eyed the older man. He seemed nicer than the others, but he still worked here and that is a glaring red flag.

"To get in here? A number of things, but the tipping point for his father was him trying to catch a mausoleum on fire." Mr. Hughes stared straight ahead, voice not containing the smallest waver or shutter.

"Aren't those made of like... stone?" Dave tilted his head.

"Granite. He was very heavily inebriated at the time." Mr. Hughes stopped at a door. "Ready to meet him?"

"As I'll ever be, I guess." The man knocked on the door.

"Come in~" A high voice responded. Mr. Hughes opened the door to another boy, around Dave's age, lounging on one of two beds in the room.

Holy. Shit.

He was the prettiest person Dave had ever seen.

He had short messy hair in pretty ringlet curls, what looked like eyeliner but was probably pen, and just straight up wasn't wearing pants. He was sewing something on his lap, but definitely not wearing pants.

"Mr. Hargreeves, please put your pants on." Mr. Hughes seemed to be biting back a smile.

"Oh but Mister Luke, is this not a free country? Am I not allowed to live life for me and do the things I love?" He batted his eyes.

"Not here you can't. Now get that stuff off your eyes before you end up punched."

"Mister Luke, did you just threaten to punch me?" He stood from the bed, rainbow cheetah print underwear on full display. "That's a threat, dear sir. Maybe you need to go to prison boarding school." He took a wipe to his makeup.

"Yeah yeah, kid. You're lucky it was just me. Oh and here's your new roommate, Mr. Katz." Mr. Hughes stepped back to the door. "Well I need to leave before I get in trouble. Klaus, do us all a favor and don't scare him too much, alright?" He paused, eyeing the sewing project. "Klaus if you're sewing your pants into a skirt again I'm not covering for you this time."

"No promises!" 'Klaus' sang as the older man left, shaking his head. "So, 'mister Katz'," the other boy mocked, Dave still too shocked to do much. "What brings you here? Attempted murder? Theft?"

"Uhm... Well..." Dave started but was quickly cut off.

"Don't worry, whatever you did I've done a thousand times worse." He sat back down on his bed, still not wearing pants, and went back to his project.

"My... uh... my uncle found out I had a crush on our neighbor..."

"What is this, Gnomeo and Juliet? You had beef with the neighbors, became a simp, and got sent here?"

"Well... the neighbor 'sa boy.." Dave shifted his weight, looking seemingly anywhere but the boy in front of him.

"Oh. Oh you sweet summer child. I've broken so many laws, me kissing men didn't even make dear old daddy flinch." Klaus seemed to notice how uncomfortable Dave looked. He stood up and reached out his hand for a handshake. "I'm Klaus, but you can call me whatever you want," He winked. "If you can look past a criminal record longer than my billionaire father's paycheck, we're gonna make great friends." Dave smiled and took his hand.

"I'm Dave. The only law I've ever broken was when I jaywalked at about ten years old."

"Ah, rebellious." He smiled the most adorable goddamn smile Dave has ever seen. "Well, seen as we're both vile criminals, we need to be friends. In solidarity, y'know?"

"Well, if we have to, I suppose we can make do." Dave smiled wide.

~~~~~

Dave hit Klaus over the head with a pillow as hard as he could.

"Piece of shit! Get off me!" Klaus screamed, trying to shove Dave off of his bed.

"Absolutely not! This is what you get for stealing my bacon this morning, asshole!" Klaus laughed maniacally.

"Worth it!" Dave continued hitting Klaus over the head as the kids laughed, until a loud bell sounded throughout the dormitory.

"Oh shit! We need to do school here!" Klaus pushed Dave off him and jumped to their shared closet. Dave pushed next to him and pulled out his uniform, taking off his pajamas and pulling on his dress shirt and pants. Klaus just pulled on his clothes, his pajamas a classy pair of neon yellow underwear.

They ran down to the school building and slid into their seats, putting their books on the desk as the bell rang. The teacher seemed to want to get them in trouble, but they weren't technically late, so she just went along with the math lesson. About two minutes in, a crumpled piece of paper landed onto Dave's desk. He shook his head fondly and opened the paper to Klaus' chicken scratch writing.

Y do they think math class @ 8 am is a good idea????

im dying here rn >:(((

Dave tried not to laugh and took out his pen.

They have a vendetta against you personally and want to watch you suffer. Obviously.

He crumpled the paper again and threw it onto Klaus' desk. Klaus frowned and picked up his pencil to write again, until a voice interrupted.

"Mr. Hargreeves, what are you writing about?" Mrs. Simmion put her hand on his desk, a fake smile blaring through his skull.

"I'm taking notes!" He flashed an innocent and equally fake smile.

"Why is it so crumbled?" She tilted her head, smile twitching.

"It's full of love."

"Let's hope that's a love of paying attention, lest you get detention." She smiled and turned to face the white board. Dave watched Klaus scribble something else onto the paper.

That was a close 1 shawty

Dave scribbled back and threw it at Klaus, only for it to get intercepted by Mrs. Simmion before he could read it. She looked Klaus in the eyes in her normal bitchy manor and opened it as harshly as she could.

"Ahem, why don't we read this for the class, Mr. Hargreeves? 'Why do they think math class at eight am is a good idea? I'm dying here, angry face.' Then, in other handwriting, it reads 'They have a vendetta against you personally and want to watch you suffer. Obviously.' Much lower on the page and in the first handwriting it reads 'That was a close one shawty' and the second person replied with 'Stop calling me shawty you do it too much.' Boys, does this sound like taking notes to you?" The entire class started laughing at the kids. Klaus was too busy laughing his ass off to reply, so Dave happily jumped in.

"Well ma'am, they are notes. Whether or not they're on the class material was not specified." He gave her the most shit eating grin he could muster. She looked him in the eye and crumbled the paper, throwing it towards the trash can. "Ah, ma'am, you missed."

"Well, you are going to be missing your free time, I'll see you two boys in detention." She returned to the lesson, Klaus and Dave having nothing to do but laugh and try to figure out what she was going on about.

Dave had really been enjoying his time there, which isn't something you usually hear from a kid who was locked in disciplinary boarding school. He started off being too terror-stricken to do anything wrong, the idea of a detention freaked him out for weeks. But then he really started hanging out with Klaus, spending most of their free time together and everything, and all of a sudden a few detentions didn't seem so bad.

Oh god Klaus. His mini crush from the first day didn't really go away, it mostly just got...worse. He'd notice himself looking at his smile a bit too long, or staring into his eyes a bit too intently, studying the greens mixing in his iris like he was going to be quizzed on them later. He... he didn't have a real crush on his new (and only actual) best friend. He just thought he was... nice. And so what if he thought about kissing that smile more times than he could count? That was between him and the scenarios he'd make up to fall asleep.

~~~~~

Dave sighed, feet hanging over the back of his chair and head resting on the desk he threw his school books on as soon as he had walked in.

"Will you sigh a little quieter, Mr. Katz? I'm trying to grade." Mr. Hughes rolled his eyes. Rather than being stuck with Mrs. Simmion, Mr. Hughes was on detention duty and they were taking it as prime time to do anything but homework. Was it really homework if you lived at the school? They should be pardoned from homework if the home they go back to is still school.

"Mr. Hughes stop being sassy, you're being a bad role model." Klaus said, not looking up from where he was scribbling on a loose piece of paper. "Keep talking like that and we'll end up gays."

"Oh no." He deadpanned, looking at the teenager who still didn't look up from his page.

Dave zoned out for a little while, possibly also falling asleep, before a question popped up in his mind.

"Hey Mr. Hughes?" He turned his head to the playfully annoyed adult. "When you were leading me to my room on the first day, why'd you say all that stuff about Klaus?" Klaus gasped and put his hand on his heart, finally looking up from his paper.

"Lukie bear you talk about me!"

Mr. Hughes chuckled. "I wanted to freak you out. I knew you were both cooler than straight people and had hoped and assumed you'd be okay with his... antics, so I acted like he was some crypted."

"You know me so well, Lukie pookie." Klaus made heart hands at Luke, ending up with a book thrown at his head and Dave cry laughing on the ground.

Mrs. Simmion was not pleased when the two came into class with no homework done and stories of books hitting skulls being told to the other boys.

Dave still didn't know what Klaus was drawing on that page.

"What do you think is the worst part of this school?" Klaus took a bite of his shitty cafeteria sandwich a few months later, feet kicking around from the railing he sat on.

"Everything. Everything here sucks." Dave opened the applesauce that smelled like wax and mold. "I wish me and you could just... leave. Find a place, get minimum wage jobs, and never deal with this shit ever again." he threw the applesauce into the bushes in front of him, releasing a pathetic 'splat' sound as it hit the ground. "Maybe Mr. Hughes will adopt us. He's nice."

"Why does he even work here? He has, like, a soul." Klaus dipped the tip of his shoe into the sad sauce, barely holding onto his improvised seat.

"Probably to take care of the kids, 'n not treat them like the others do." Dave flicked a bit of the extra applesauce that fell on his plate onto Klaus' foot.

"He's nice." Klaus rubbed his apple foot onto Dave's pant leg, who then promptly threw him off the hand rail.

~~~~~

Klaus sprang from his pillow and gasped, glimmering with sweat and tears, breathing heavy so each inhale was a gasp and exhale a shaky unrelieved sigh. Dave woke as soon as Klaus had, and looking over at his roommate, he crawled out of bed and next to Klaus'.

"Hey, Klaus, it's okay. I'm here, you're not alone." Dave started trying to calm the boy down. "Can I touch you?" Klaus simply nodded, too frightened to get a word out. Dave touched his shoulder kindly but firmly, just to confirm to Klaus he was real. "It's Dave, it's okay..." Dave was glad he knew what he was doing now. The first few times, he flailed around the room until Klaus cried to sleep. He was more trained now, and knew how to comfort his friend, just like Klaus learned how to comfort him.

Klaus stayed silent, staring straight ahead and visibly trying not to cry, but he still grasped for Dave to come closer, an anchor while he drowned in rivers of nightmares and flashbacks and old visions. Dave was his to cling to, and god be damned if Dave didn't cling right back, Klaus was his anchor too.

Dave crawled into the bed, putting himself around the shaking teen, rubbing his hands up and down his arms and whispering sweet nonsense into his ear. The teen leaned into the boy, trying to breathe deeply or steadily or anything to just stop hyperventilating. Dave tried to walk him through a breathing exercise, with not the greatest success, but he kept going until Klaus' breathing was as even as they could get it.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Dave barely whispered, leaning his head into Klaus' shoulder. "You don't have to, if you don't wanna, I mean."

"Same as usual, you know the drill," Klaus leaned more of himself onto Dave, exhaling and releasing some of the tension from his shoulders. "Silly little hallucinations felt a little too real for comfort, daddy was there too, whole nine yards."

God, the hallucinations. Dave got chills whenever they were brought up and he wasn't even the one burdened with them. Klaus saw things no one else could, and neither teen knew why. During the first couple weeks, Klaus had explained he saw things no one else could and that's all the information he had. Didn't know why, if something was seriously wrong, anything. Dear old daddy just put him in more situations where they could fuck with him as some screwed type of exposure therapy, and the doctors here didn't give a shit. The doctors here aren't concerned with helping people, they're concerned with their paychecks. He went from a father who made things worse to doctors who wouldn't help or care about him. All he could rely on was Dave and the fact that even if he had to deal with hallucinations, there was a sense of consistency in them. He saw the same people, or things, regularly and it was usually only those few. He named them, talked to them when they were standing around, and coped. But sometimes, when he remembered the backstory his brain wouldn't stop trying to convince him was real, he'd wake up screaming or crying, or have full (and silent) meltdowns in the middle of class.

"It's okay, darlin'. I'm here, I'm real, you don't gotta worry." Dave shushed.

"Are you though?" Klaus thought out loud. "Sometimes I feel like you're another hallucination. Not one of the bad ones or anything, but someone my brain made up to cope with how fucked I am." Dave didn't really know how to reply, but he didn't have time to think before Klaus kept going. "Y'know, if it is true, you're the best thing my brain's ever made up."

Dave thought about what he was going to say, but before he could heard soft snoring from the person lying on his chest. He fell asleep with his best friend snoring in his arms and a soft blush on his cheeks.

~~~~~

The all boys delinquent school had collaborated with the all girls delinquent school for a dance.

"You all need to talk to people outside of here, and the safest way to do that is with the other school for troubled children." Mrs. Simmion had said one Monday morning. "So, we decided to plan a dance for you all. It is in two Saturdays, seven to ten pm, and you will be wearing your uniforms." Dave doubted this was the safest way, and knew they probably just wanted to plan a dance and pretend they were in charge of a normal high school for a night. Nevertheless, two Saturdays later he and Klaus were getting ready for a dance.

"Does this skirt look too much like pants? Is it too long?" Klaus did a spin, finally an opportunity to wear his DIY skirt he was on his bed making nearly 9 months ago.

"Klaus, it's going to look a little like pants. They're pants you tore apart and put back together. And no it's not too long, you're just a slut at heart." Dave fluffed his hair for the umpteenth time that night, even though It wasn't to impress anyone. He only wanted to impress one person, but that person watched Dave eat cereal and milk with his bare hands the week before, so he didn't feel the need to attempt to charm around him. He was only fluffing his hair because he'd never been to a dance before. He was excited.

"Okay, thanks shawty." Klaus started applying his real eyeliner he stole from one of the girls at the other school a few weeks back. Dave gave up on stopping him from calling him shawty weeks ago. It was kind of cute, in its own weird Klaus way. Not to mention it felt on like strangely a pet name.

The two boys started their journey towards the dance hall, Dave trying to keep himself from grabbing his friend's hand and kissing him on the spot. He looked so fucking good. Klaus always looked good, but god dammit he was just glowing and confident and-

Dave had to tell him.

He hadn't necessarily planned on telling him about his frankly embarrassing infatuation, he wanted to keep that humiliating experience from happening. But seeing him tonight, smiling so wide in his DIY skirt and extravagant winged eyeliner, he didn't think he could go another day without telling him how he feels. How he makes him feel like he's in heaven in a place that should be hell.

But for now, he looped their arms together and walked in.

Dave didn't know anyone there, so naturally he followed Klaus around as he made small talk with one of the people from the all girls school, apparently the one he got the eyeliner from. After he'd talked to a few other probably queer people, they both sat in a corner and talked. About nothing and everything, they talked for hours. It wasn't the most awe-inspiring thing Dave had experienced, they'd talked until the sun came up countless times, but that night simply felt special. That night as a whole. The colorful lights illuminating Klaus' eyes, the cheap food they'd been sharing, Klaus just seeming so much more comfortable with the chance to express himself and being loud and boisterous and Klaus.

The two went outside for fresh air. Klaus had complained about the thermal tent around his legs, and Dave had walked with him along the street to wherever they were going. Klaus beat Dave up a hill they'd found, and flopped onto the grass. Dave fell next to him.

“I'm glad I met you." Klaus bumped the boy with his elbow and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“I'm glad I met you too."

“What do you like, have a crush on me or something?" Klaus lit the cigarette hanging from his mouth, very obviously joking. Dave found himself stuttering anyway, cheeks turning so red it was probably visible in the limited amount of light. "Oh my god, wait." Klaus propped himself up on his elbow. "DO YOU ACTUALLY?!" Dave's silence was all Klaus needed to throw himself at the boy, wrapping him in a hug. "Omg gay rights I can't believe this- I can't.” The teen rambled. "Do you actually?! I can't believe this- I seriously pulled a grade A hottie oh my god." He held the very, very confused Dave even tighter, cigarette being snuffed out in the grass during Klaus' elation.

“Wait- I'm sorry- what?" Dave sputtered out, holding Klaus back though not half as bone crushing.

“Oh. Did I miss interpret the situation?" Klaus immediately let go and scooted away. Dave looked at the two-ish feet of distance between them and frowned.

“You like me back?"

The smile that immediately lit up Klaus' face was all the answer Dave needed. Well, he also threw himself at Dave again, so it probably wasn't only the smile, but who's keeping track? Dave was too busy in nirvana to bother.

There they spent the night huddled underneath a blanket of stars, Klaus complaining his skirt made his legs cold and Dave holding him close to rectify, even though he knew it was a blatant lie.

~~~~~

When they eventually trekked back to their dorm building, it was far too late, or more so early, to walk back in through the front door and risk people asking questions about why the two queer kids were out all night. So, they snuck in through the window, and as Klaus jumped into their room with practiced ease, Dave was another story.

"Dave- Dave no. No- you just put your foot into the window, no that's the blinds. Your leg is through the blinds. Dave-" Klaus tried his best to help the more morally inclined boy through the window. They tried to keep down their giggling as Dave tried to unstick himself from the blinds, until the door burst open to show an exasperated Mr. Hughes.

"Where were you two last night?" He breathed, eyes shaken and hair frizzled. "I am on so many teachers' bad sides because of you two."

"We confessed our undying romantic appreciation for one another, motherfucker." Klaus smiled as he spoke.

"FINALLY." Mr. Hughes wheezed. "Do you KNOW how painful it was to watch each other flirt since the moment you met and not be able to mention anything?!" The manic look in his eyes grew a bit more manic. "Jesus christ! I found them!" He yelled down the hall. "They were in their beds, apparently." He said to another worker as he closed the door, leaving the two kids both blushing madly and stuck in a window.

"We should probably get me out of here and go to breakfast." Dave seemed to look anywhere but Klaus.

"Yeah, let's do that." Klaus pushed Dave onto the ground, effectively getting him free from his blind-foot purgatory. Dave smiled and shook his head sitting up. He let himself make goo-goo eyes at Klaus for a little while before standing up himself and getting ready for breakfast.

#klave #klaus hargreeves #dave katz #no powers au #the umbrella academy #tua #tua fanfic #fanfic #writing

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